An Excerpt From: Brown Wolf Day 5 Generalization and Conclusion Main Points Jack London

An excerpt from: Brown Wolf—Day 5—Generalization and Conclusion—Main Points Jack London

1 "The dog doesn't go," Walt announced in a determined voice. 2 "What's that?" Skiff Miller demanded, big brows lowering and an obstinate flush of blood reddening his forehead. 3 "I said the dog doesn't go, and that settles it. I don't believe he's your dog. You may have seen him sometime. You may even sometime have driven him for his owner. But his obeying the ordinary driving commands of the Alaskan trail is no demonstration that he is yours. Any dog in Alaska would obey you as he obeyed." 4 Skiff Miller, cool and collected, carefully looked the poet up and down as though measuring the strength of his slenderness. 5 The Klondiker's face took on a contemptuous expression as he said finally: "I reckon there's nothin' in sight to prevent me takin' the dog right here an' now." 6 Walt's face reddened, and the striking-muscles of his arms and shoulders seemed to stiffen and grow tense. His wife fluttered apprehensively into the breach. 7 "Maybe Mr. Miller is right," she said. "I am afraid that he is. Wolf does seem to know him, and certainly he answers to the name of 'Brown.' He made friends with him instantly, and you know that's something he never did with anybody before. Besides, look at the way he barked. He was just bursting with joy. Joy over what? Without doubt at finding Mr. Miller." 8 Walt's striking-muscles relaxed, and his shoulders seemed to droop with hopelessness. 9 "I guess you're right, Madge," he said. "Wolf isn't Wolf, but Brown, and he must belong to Mr. Miller." 10 "Perhaps Mr. Miller will sell him," she suggested. "We can buy him." 11 Skiff Miller shook his head, no longer belligerent, but kindly, quick to be generous in response to generousness. 12 "I had five dogs," he said, casting about for the easiest way to temper his refusal. "He was the leader. They was the crack team of Alaska. Nothin' could touch 'em. In 1898 I refused five thousand dollars for the bunch. Dogs was high, then, anyway; but that wasn't what made the fancy price. It was the team itself. Brown was the best in the team. That winter I refused twelve hundred for 'm. I didn't sell 'm then, an' I ain't a-sellin' 'm now. Besides, I think a mighty lot of that dog. I couldn't believe my eyes when I seen 'm just now. I thought I was dreamin'. It was too good to be true. His mother died, and I brought 'm up on condensed milk at two dollars a can when I couldn't afford it in my own coffee. He never knew any mother but me. He used to suck my finger regular, the darn little pup--that finger right there!" 13 He was still gazing at his extended finger when Madge began to speak. 14 "But the dog," she said. "You haven't considered the dog." 15 Skiff Miller looked puzzled. 16 "Have you thought about him?" she asked. 17 "Don't know what you're drivin' at," was the response. 18 "Maybe the dog has some choice in the matter," Madge went on. "Maybe he has his likes and desires. You have not considered him. You give him no choice. It has never entered your mind that possibly he might prefer California to Alaska. You consider only what you like. You do with him as you would with a sack of potatoes or a bale of hay." 19 This was a new way of looking at it, and Miller was visibly impressed as he debated it in his mind. Madge took advantage of his indecision. 20 "If you really love him, what would be happiness to him would be your happiness also," she urged. 21 Skiff Miller continued to debate with himself, and Madge stole a glance of exultation to her husband, who looked back warm approval. 22 "What do you think?" the Klondiker suddenly demanded. 23 It was her turn to be puzzled. "What do you mean?" she asked. 24 "D'ye think he'd sooner stay in California!" 25 She nodded her head with positiveness. "I am sure of it." 26 Skiff Miller again debated with himself, though this time aloud, at the same time running his gaze in a judicial way over the mooted animal. 27 "He was a good worker. He's done a heap of work for me. He never loafed on me, an' he was a joe-dandy at hammerin' a raw team into shape. He's got a head on him. He can do everything but talk. He knows what you say to him. Look at 'm now. He knows we're talkin' about him." 28 The dog was lying at Skiff Miller's feet, head close down on paws, ears erect and listening, and eyes that were quick and eager to follow the sound of speech as it fell from the lips of first one and then the other. 29 "An' there's a lot of work in 'm yet. He's good for years to come. An' I do like him." 30 Once or twice after that Skiff Miller opened his mouth and closed it again without speaking. Finally he said: 31 "I'll tell you what I'll do. Your remarks, ma'am, has some weight in them. The dog's worked hard, and maybe he's earned a soft berth an' has got a right to choose. Anyway, we'll leave it up to him. Whatever he says, goes. You people stay right here settin' down. I'll say good-by and walk off casual-like. If he wants to stay, he can stay. If he wants to come with me, let 'm come. I won't call 'm to come an' don't you call 'm to come back." 32 He looked with sudden suspicion at Madge, and added, "Only you must play fair. No persuadin' after my back is turned." 33 "We'll play fair," Madge began, but Skiff Miller broke in on her assurances. 34 "I know the ways of women," he announced. "Their hearts is soft. When their hearts is touched they're likely to stack the cards, look at the bottom of the deck, an' lie--beggin' your pardon, ma'am. I'm only discoursin' about women in general." 35 "I don't know how to thank you," Madge quavered.

Question:

What can you conclude about Walt and Madge's feelings about the dog? Explain how you came to your conclusions.